Etcetera
December 29th, 2013, 03:04 PM
So this is obviously something I have just started and am still working on. I wanted to see if anyone had any constructive opinions of it, and any suggestions for future stuff in it. I sort of have an idea where I want to go with it.
I've been writing since 4th grade when they were preparing us for the writing test. I liked it and was good at it, so I decided to continue doing it. I have lots of notebooks full of short stories like this one.
But anyways, let me know what you think!
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As twelve year old Isaiah stood watching through the window of Bentley's Toy Store two weeks before Christmas unobserved, he saw something that he wanted. It wasn't the toy electric train with the blue cars and realistic whistle sounds, nor was it the toy dog that barked. What Isaiah longed for was something worth more than toys.
There in the toy store, was a family of three. The father and mother were taking their son to the toy store. They didn't have a lot of money, but what they did have was love for each other that shone brighter than the stars, and that's what Isaiah wanted. You see, Isaiah didn't have a family, he was an orphan, thrown out of his own home because he was unwanted. His mother had died and his father was an abusive drunk. What Isaiah wanted more than anything this Christmas was a family, someone to love and someone to love him back.
Isaiah walked away from the window with tears in his eyes. He wiped away the tears, muttering "Please God, give me a family this year."
When Isaiah arrived back at the orphanage, Ms. Hunt yelled to him from the dining hall, "Isaiah! Why are you so late? It's almost time for dinner!" Isaiah shrugged his shoulders and walked down the hallway to his room. He took off his coat and laid on his bed hugging his bear, trying to fight away the flashbacks of his past that were haunting him. His stuffed teddy bear was the last memory he had left of his mother, who was his angel. She was dying when Isaiah was nine, and that was when she gave him the bear. She told him, "this bear will always be there with you, when you have it you can think of me." He was ten when she passed away, leaving him with only his drunkard father.
"Isaiah!" said Cameron, running into the room. "Ms. Hunt sent me to get you for dinner." Cameron was another one of the orphanage children, he had come to the orphanage only six months ago when his parents were in a tragic car wreck, ending in their deaths.
I've been writing since 4th grade when they were preparing us for the writing test. I liked it and was good at it, so I decided to continue doing it. I have lots of notebooks full of short stories like this one.
But anyways, let me know what you think!
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As twelve year old Isaiah stood watching through the window of Bentley's Toy Store two weeks before Christmas unobserved, he saw something that he wanted. It wasn't the toy electric train with the blue cars and realistic whistle sounds, nor was it the toy dog that barked. What Isaiah longed for was something worth more than toys.
There in the toy store, was a family of three. The father and mother were taking their son to the toy store. They didn't have a lot of money, but what they did have was love for each other that shone brighter than the stars, and that's what Isaiah wanted. You see, Isaiah didn't have a family, he was an orphan, thrown out of his own home because he was unwanted. His mother had died and his father was an abusive drunk. What Isaiah wanted more than anything this Christmas was a family, someone to love and someone to love him back.
Isaiah walked away from the window with tears in his eyes. He wiped away the tears, muttering "Please God, give me a family this year."
When Isaiah arrived back at the orphanage, Ms. Hunt yelled to him from the dining hall, "Isaiah! Why are you so late? It's almost time for dinner!" Isaiah shrugged his shoulders and walked down the hallway to his room. He took off his coat and laid on his bed hugging his bear, trying to fight away the flashbacks of his past that were haunting him. His stuffed teddy bear was the last memory he had left of his mother, who was his angel. She was dying when Isaiah was nine, and that was when she gave him the bear. She told him, "this bear will always be there with you, when you have it you can think of me." He was ten when she passed away, leaving him with only his drunkard father.
"Isaiah!" said Cameron, running into the room. "Ms. Hunt sent me to get you for dinner." Cameron was another one of the orphanage children, he had come to the orphanage only six months ago when his parents were in a tragic car wreck, ending in their deaths.